Classic Poem

Sleep clogs our eyes. The camels of Delight,
Spent with their journey o'er the burning sands,
Long for their drivers' singing in the night
Of the oasis and the greener lands.

Then to the caravan of Pleasure send
One with the voice of water and the speech
Of eloquence, to cheer the way and mend
With a new soul the weary limbs of each.

And let the silver music of the lute
Attend our going, as a sure road-mark,
And that which fills the cup be substitute
For stars to guide our journey in the dark.